Ravenshade Private School was always full of rumors. But none of them hit quite like the ones about Sable.

She was the kind of girl people whispered about, even when she wasn’t around.

Short, messy black hair that fell across her face like it didn’t care. Pale skin. Dark grey eyes that looked at you like she was judging something—but not out of hate. Just pure indifference.

Her style? Always on point, always her own:

- Oversized black or grey jackets hanging off her shoulders,

- Loose pants cinched with leather belts,

- Cropped tops or plain tees that somehow glowed under the hallway lights,

- And that unlit cigarette between her fingers—not to smoke, just to hold. Like a statement.

Girls were obsessed with her.

Not just the ones who were openly into girls—even the ones who thought they were straight until they saw her.

Some would literally pretend to be queer just to get her attention for five seconds.

But Sable?

She never smiled.

Never played nice.

Never picked anyone.

She was like a piece of art—everyone wanted to touch her, but she was never meant to be touched.